During the day.
In a valley filled with blooming flowers.
"Zhang 'er, is this edible?"
"No."
"Zhang 'er, what about this?"
"This is poisonous."
"I'm so hungry."
"Quick, think of something."
The food for breakfast had long been consumed by them. Along the way, everyone had experienced the difficulty of survival. When they were watching TV, they didn't think much of it. But when they were really thrown into the wilderness, they realized how difficult it was. If not for Zhang Ye, they knew very well that they would never be able to get out of this no man's land. They would surely starve to death here.
"Look."
"What?"
"There are bees."
"Bees?"
"That means there must be a beehive nearby. Let's go and follow them!"
"A beehive?"
Finally, they found the beehive.
It was in a very well-hidden place.
Jacques said excitedly, "It's there!"
Lillian asked, "What do we do now?"
Xu Meilan said, "How do we get it down? There are too many bees! "
"We'll have to divide the work now." Zhang Ye assigned the tasks. "Sister Lan, go and find some dry branches or straw. It has to be something flammable."
Xu Meilan nodded. "Alright, leave it to me."
Zhang Ye said, "Old Lillian, I taught you how to drill wood to start a fire yesterday."
Lillian nodded. "I'll give it a try."
Zhang Ye said, "Jacques, you'll follow me."
Jacques trembled and said, "We won't get stung, right?"
Zhang Ye said, "That's why we have to prepare some clothes and cover up the exposed parts of our bodies."
"Alright, I'll go and find some," Jacques said.
Soon after, the dry grass was set on fire.
Zhang Ye and Jacques took the dry grass and went up.
Xu Meilan said, "Come on!"
Lillian reminded, "Be careful!"
Everyone's stomachs were rumbling with hunger, and they were looking forward to the honey feast even more.
Smoke.
Fire.
The bees scattered in all directions.
Zhang Ye seized the opportunity and picked up a tree branch to pick up the beehive. Then he turned around and ran. As he ran, he called out to Jacques, "Quick! Run, run, run! "
Jacques hurriedly jumped down from the tree and even fell.
Xu Meilan turned pale. "Let's go!"
When Lillian saw the bees flying towards them, she also ran away!
Ten minutes later.
At the campsite in the distance, everyone had returned.
Zhang Ye, Jacques, Xu Meilan, and Lillian were all stung by the bees. Some of them only got stung two or three times, but that was still considered a small number. As the vanguard, Zhang Ye was stung more than a dozen times. His entire face was swollen, especially around his eyes that were not covered by his clothes. It was a horrible sight to behold. But at this moment, no one cared about this. Everyone was staring at the beehive, drooling.
Zhang Ye began to distribute them.
One for you.
Give me one.
The few of them hugged and nibbled on it, their eyes crooked from laughter.
Xu Meilan exclaimed, "How can it be so delicious!"
Lillian said, "What a delicacy!"
Jacques exclaimed, "That's great! This is great! "
Actually, most of the honey sold in the market was processed to make it taste better and last longer. It was definitely much more delicious than this primitive beehive. It wasn't like everyone had never tasted honey before. It was just that the taste was different because of the environment they were in. This was not something that could be bought with money. It had to be obtained through everyone's hard work, so the taste was naturally different.
Zhang Ye asked, "Do you guys have a new perspective on survival?"
Jacques nodded. "I feel that it's really good to be alive."
Xu Meilan said, "In the past, I felt that living was a very normal thing. You know, it's very stressful in our line of work. I believe that a lot of people would occasionally have thoughts of committing suicide. But in the past two days, I don't think that way anymore. Living — is really a very sacred thing."
Zhang Ye said, "Do you guys know where this place is?"
Jacques was taken aback and shook his head.
Xu Meilan also shook her head in confusion.
Only Lillian said, "There used to be a war here."
Zhang Ye nodded. "There was a war here in the past. Thousands of lives were lost here because of the artillery fire. Many of them were children, youth soldiers. They weren't even 18 years old yet, but they ended up sleeping on this land forever."
Silence.
Silence.
The atmosphere was a little heavy.
Suddenly, Zhang Ye bent down and crouched down. He dug under a tree and found a muddy medal in his hand.
There was blood on it.
And a name.
The owner of the medal was called Andy.
Jacques was taken aback. "This is?"
Zhang Ye said calmly, "Let's take an afternoon nap."
Lillian said, "Mhm."
Xu Meilan tugged at Jacques and walked away as well.
The four of them went to rest.
But Zhang Ye did not move. He held the medal in silence.
Half an hour.
An hour.
The four of them suddenly woke up from their sleep.
"Listen?" Xu Meilan said.
Lillian said, "What's that sound?"
Jacques said in surprise, "Who's singing?"
Lillian, Xu Meilan, and the others were startled awake by the singing.
They walked out of the campsite and looked around in the direction of the singing. Then they saw Zhang Ye. They saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives. Zhang Ye held the bloodstained medal in his hand as he stood at the highest point of the quiet valley. He looked up at the clear blue sky as the clear singing resounded throughout the valley.
Zhang Ye sang softly.
“Mama，take this badge off of me.”
"Mama, take this medal off me.
“I can't use it anymore.”
"I can't use it anymore.
“It's gettin'dark，too dark to see.”
"Everything's getting dark. So dark that I can't see anything.
“feels like I'm knockin'on heaven's door.”
"I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door.
“Mama，put my guns in the ground.”
"Mama, put my guns on the ground.
“I can't shoot them anymore.”
"I can't shoot with them anymore.
"A long black cloud is falling.
“feels like I'm knockin'on heaven's door.”
"I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door.
“Knock，knock，knockin'on heaven's door.”
“Knock，knock，knockin'on heaven's door.”
“Knock，knock，knockin'on heaven's door.”
“Knock，knock，knockin'on heaven's door.”
"Knock, knock, knock on heaven's door.
"Knock, knock, knock on heaven's door.
"Knock, knock, knock on heaven's door.
"Knock, knock, knock on heaven's door."
…
Zhang Zuo.
Wu Yi.
Tong Fu.
Sun Kuang.
The film crew came over one by one.
This was a rock song.
But there was no guitar.
There was no accompaniment either.
There was only a sorrowful voice singing in the valley. The song seemed to pierce through the clouds and drift far, far away. That feeling was really indescribable. Even an international professional singer like Lillian was stunned when she heard this song. She was mesmerized!
In the valley.
The clouds.
The singing.
The medal.
Everyone was shocked!
That song that was knocking on the door of heaven was also knocking on their hearts again and again!
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